Outside the window, along the lanes,
the dawn with rose the birches glows.
Winter has painted the skies in a soft, blue velvet haze.
The distant cars’ hum and the fleeting sketches of passers near,
The city slowly awakens ‘neath the morning’s radiant skies.
The New Year’s games are done, the time is now,
To start anew, as in the year that’s gone.
No guiding roads, no harbor can we know,
We’ll brave the storm, no fortress built upon!
Time fills us with wisdom, like a magical dew,
Far behind are the greens of poplar* hopes we once knew.
We only once sail life’s river in our soul’s gentle skiff,
And nothing can unveil the grief that sealed eyelids hold.
* The poplar symbolizes youth and lost hopes, which, like greenery, remain in the past.
Winter dawn
© Copyright: Павел Рупасов, 2025
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